Waterloo Station - Jane Birkin

Soon, beneath the awning of the train station

Soon, amongst the yawning of a great nation

So soon, I’ll be arriving at Waterloo

Laughing at the joke on poor Napoleon

Whistling a melody fit for Nelson

So soon

And of course I’ll sing the song by the Kinks

And not the one by ABBA

Waterloo Station

Many years ago I up and left my homeland

To make my fortune far from England

Had to go, far away

The furthest place, Paris, France

Tell all the world

All the while that I was parted

Fair visions of dark rivers

And green parks I was haunted by

Fine again, ahead of all the hijinx

That this girl’s had to go through

To get back to Waterloo Station